Once again, I start in autumn Fall hasn’t really hit yet
as if my biorhythms the longer
nights hide
are more in synch in the Trojan horse
with the Jewish New Year of the hot October
than the official American supernova
though I understand why I mean I guess
some would gerrymander you could say decay
time to make the darkest, starts the first day
if not yet the coldest, of summer
day we fear the most if you measure
first, & get it out progress by daylight
of the way with 6 months if not heat
of increase to look in
this English
forward to speaking climate
& it’s always if autumn comes
easier to say it’s okay to
“screw the seasons” slow everything down
on a room temperature &
not try to pave over
early autumn day difference with
maybe for the same room temperature
reason it’s easier and just coz I love
to transcend April in April,
page stage dualism we don’t spring
on paper but fall in love
2. “Between Births”
Recorded in May Released in November
If I say leaf, do you Store nuts? Keep
picture spring or fall? broken records?
Do buds spring all weekend
in spring so that bottomless pit
green leaves could be falling, & you may
be called leaps in good need a jar of
faith somewhere Halloween fireflies
between reason and rhyme? to
write
Do summer snowcones in October at 7,
war with winter November at 5
pinecones in spring to land on a cliff
but peace with them that forces you
in fall? At first, back off it,
in a second? Why every stormy Monday
call autumn fall? in 1934, between
Autumn falls depression babies
like night falls
who
have more
on day, as the yellow in common with
disk, sets I mean the old testament
leaves. Leaves fall. than the new coz
Leaves leave. I could it’s Libra & the day
as leif would well believe of atonement
trees clearly push leaves is still fresh
away, shake them in short term memory
off like the hair of
a collective
on Shakespeare’s head unconscious between
as sap retreats the record store where
back down the trunk you can borrow books
as if only in autumn and the community
can the middle aged center with swingsets
act their age, like in the backyard
we’re near the end in the dark park
(and myth has it
that
only a month ago
that’s how the young would’ve been light
man in black on the verge of
passed the audition a harvest moon
for Sun) & northern covered by clouds
man could ever in the Gregorian calendar
improve on nature on indigenous people’s day.
then Froz-Nil-imbo and soon the naked
and maybe it’s better trees are happy now
to start, like Persians since lumberjacks in Spring, April fools. are hibernating.
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